Thursday, 11 September 2014

September 11th a date to be remembered

I
remember being in school when we heard the news on the radio, I
remember seeing my french teachers face and the tears that filled her
eyes. I was 11 years old. I was in year 7 and it was only the beginning
of my first year at secondary school. (High School to my American
friends)

I
had never really experienced bad news in my life at that point, it's
quite a different story now, but back then my innocent mind was still
unaware of such tragic events. I was never one to watch the news and my
parents were never ones to involve us in anything political so needless
to say I was a clueless adolescent. That
day completely changed my view of the world, still to this day my heart
is sad for those people that lost their lives, I never knew them, I was
never their friend, but I felt grief for them.

I remember going home and sharing the news that was reported worldwide to my parents, who already knew but listened anyway. There was so much pain, despair and confusion. I remember that we watched the news everyday that week, keeping updated with the event that changed America, that started a war and that broke so many hearts around the world.

I know the pain of loss. I lost my niece 3 years ago, she was only 9 years old. I know the empty feeling and it still makes me cry now. I feel for those families. You move on with life as you're meant to, but it never stops you thinking, it never stops you missing them, you never fill that void. The difference between my loss and theirs is the brutality of the incident, the cruelty of men. Brave people lost their lives trying to save others. I feel till this day that there is so much anger, so much death.

So, today I want to remember those who fought to save the lives of others, who gave their own lives to help and for those who should still be with us today! May you rest in peace.